
I mentioned in my beauty blog that my husbands motorcycle for lack of a better word "took a shit" on him and wouldn't switch gears so he couldn't make it home from work and I had to go get him.
To add insult to injury, he just acquired this bike not even 3 weeks ago after much deliberation over what kind of bike he was going to get and traveling over 2 1/2 hours each way from Fort Bragg to Lexington, NC to get the bike from Garwood Customs since every motorcycle shop in the Fort Bragg area is grossly over priced since they know these young "Joes" will spend the cash on a lean, mean, speed machine :) .
So he was pretty smart about where he wanted to buy his bike and the price he was willing to pay so we were up for the road trip. But if the distance wasn't enough to tick you off when the bike wasn't working, the trials and tribulations just for him to ride the damn ting would.
Not only did he have to take the written exam to get a daytime riding permit, but he can not ride on post AT ALL (which is where we live btw) without taking and completing the 2 day motorcycle safety course (which he had to wait a week to take so you know he was super anxious to ride his new toy ;) ) and he had to get an additional "ok" from his commander. All of this took about 2 weeks.
Because of all of the motorcycle related fatalities involving soldiers, the ARMY has not left anything to chance in the extremes it takes for one to ride. You also MUST wear a DOT approved helmet, riding gloves, boots, long sleeve pants, long sleeve shirt or jacket and a reflective belt EVERYTIME you ride, no matter what. Even if it it 120 degrees outside.
So with all of that you can imagine that in Jermaine's 4th time riding the bike, it breaking down was a huge morale buster.
So off we were to Lexington to figure out what the hell was going on.
Ofcourse 2 hours later we arrive at the shop and the shop owner takes a look at the bike, cranks it on and what the hell do you know; it's working fine.
WHAT?!? Don't you absolutely HATE when that happens??
However, we knew something was wrong with it. Especially since I had to help him load the bike and I saw what he was talking about before we loaded it. It would barely move. And we did not just make this long trip for nothing.
Thankfully, for good measure the owner replaced some minor gizmos and gadgets on the clutch area just in case that could have caused the malfunction and 30 mins later we were off back on the road home.
Yippie.
Tinkering with his "Green Machine" (we're not set on the name yet, lol)






